Il testo della Story of isaac

The door it opened slowly
My father he came in
I was nine years old
And he stood so tall above me
His blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold

He said, "i've had a vision
And you know i'm strong and holy
I must do what i've been told"
So he started up the mountain
I was running, he was walking
And his axe was made of gold

Well, the trees they got much smaller
The lake, a lady's mirror
We stopped to drink some wine
Then he threw the bottle over
Broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine

Thought i saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture
I never could decide
Then my father built an altar
He looked once behind his shoulder
He knew i would not hide

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children
You must not do it anymore
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god

You who stand above them now
Your hatchets blunt and bloody
You were not there before
When i lay upon a mountain
And my father's hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word

And if you call me brother now
Forgive me if i inquire
"just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if i must
I will help you if i can

When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if i must
I will kill you if i can
And mercy on our uniform
Man of peace or man of war
The peacock spreads his fan